Gage Cilleti has just begun his junior year of high school, and is becoming more and more involved in his school's activities, considering he'd been playing baseball since he was just seven-years-old.
Elijah McCay has just dropped out of school, du...
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Rick doesn't come to school today, and I haven't spoken to him since our phone call the other night. I spent all Wednesday and Thursday worried out of my mind, sending a few messages here and there, asking if he was alright. But all I ever got was a short, "I'm fine."
But I knew better than to bug Rick during situations like this, it most-likely being a family issue, that had to do with his father and one of his many girlfriends.
I set aside the negative thoughts that invaded my head every time it was empty, and focused on my English teacher trying her best to lecture my class on all of the noise. But I was proud to say I wasn't ever really apart of that noise, me only having one friend.
Lunch isn't very eventful, and I find myself sitting in my regular spot alone. I was expecting begin lunch, with a table full of people who I usually sit with. But my heart sank into the pit of my stomach when I realize they've all already found seats.
I try and shake off the feeling that they've all found other seats because Rick isn't here, and apparently--they only stuck around for him.
I'm saved from more overthinking, when a familiar voice declares it's presence. "Why are you sitting all by yourself?"
I look up at Terrance, a sorrowful smile on my lips. "I'm not too sure, guess they're sitting with all of their other friends."
Terrance takes a moment, analyzing my features and inward expressions. Then, his hand is moving forward, jutting a finger under my chin, directing my attention toward him. While we were together, the swift movement always had my heart swelling. But now, I cringed at his effort to be flirtatious.
But he doesn't seem to notice this. "You look upset about something." I know I must be giving away my worry for Rick's welling-being on my face, but it irritates me that Terrance is still able to recognize it so quickly.
Pulling my chin out of his grasp, I tuck in both of my hands into my jacket. "I'm not upset, just very, very bored. Also--why are you sitting here? Don't you have someone else to serenade?"
Terrance chuckles at this, and it reminds me of the many nights we'd stay up on the phone talking until we fell asleep. His laughter would always bring me comfortability and butterflies. As of this moment, the comfortability stayed--but the butterflies are gone.
Sitting here, face-to-face with him, I realize that, that is the only piece of closure I need. Considering, he will never say what he really felt for me. Or how I made him feel. No matter how many times I used to try.
"Oh, but baby I choose you." He sends a flattering wink my way, and I snort aloud.
"Get out of here," I smile, pushing his wandering fingers away once more. "You're too much."
